Decision Time: Master or Slave?

Molly huffed at Jacob. Sometimes he would get her so angry she was ready to beat him to a pulp..

Jacob set right on who was really engaged with the problem. "Tis Anne not lil Annie from da kitchins."

Jacob pushed the pair in front of Peter "Da settin room be ta da lef' "

Anne and her lover were distressed as they met with Peter's gaze. Edmund hasn't made a choice yet but with his lack of resources it was obvious that he was doomed to be a slave and lose Anne.

Anne was in tears but admitted her guilt. " please First.. don't beat him. I brought him here... I've been hiding him on the third floor attic. I couldn't bare to lose him again."
 
"Yes, Daddy," she agreed with a smile. She picked up the towel and began drying him down quickly and efficiently, soft kisses trailing behind it.
 
Peter Masterson

"And you didn't think to speak to Mistress about your situation, be honest and open about things? You didn't credit Mistress with possibly understanding your situation and having empathy of her own? You chose to go behind her back and do this, hide a trespasser on her property and cavort with him. You are a slave yourself, yes? I am a slave as well, though I am First, as you say. You, trespasser, what is your name and status?" Peter inquired further, finding himself enraged at the assumptions about Mistress Via...though to be fair, he had some of the same sort of fears at first.

Even so, he had been wrong about Mistress and not half as wrong as Annie had been. Setting himself up in the sitting room, still in the tunic that Mistress had given him, Peter discovered that a part of him enjoyed this....having power over others. Perhaps he was not solely submissive after all. That would explain his entering politics. Perhaps he was just particular in whom he served, and once he found the One to serve, he could be as assertive and domineering as one who might be a slave now, but was born to the English gentry class.

Now, that was a chilling thought, Peter smiled a little.

"Well? Your name, sir. And your social status, and be quick about it!" he now demanded more sternly than before, annoyed that the man hadn't answered him....and frankly more annoyed because this had threatened his Mistress's beauty sleep. Anything that harmed Mistress apparently could bring out Peter's dark side.
 
Simon Masterson

"Well done, my sweet slut. Daddy is very pleased. Now, let's bustle, as we have a supper to prepare for our guests. If all goes well, and I hope so, perhaps we can host them a lot in the future," I announced, as I kissed you eagerly and didn't bother to get dressed. I left off your leash, but your collar remained as the only covering for any part of your body.

If the guests couldn't handle our nudity, well, that was their problem. I hoped that they would prove gracious guests, however, and that it would lead to possible solutions to some dilemmas, too....especially for either Rani or Michelle....much easier to pick up friends of Daddy's sweet princess as slaves than have to go the auction route again....I got lucky that I was there in person last time, and I couldn't always count on doing so at future auctions.

It would be better for them, too, and I would frankly love being the proud owner of such fine actresses.....not just for the sex....though that was a major consideration....having your friends around would help with your loneliness when I worked, too.
 
"Yes, Daddy," she purred, before sashaying off to the kitchen, where she began working on her dishes, flitting around the kitchen like a very busy bee, looking like she has no time in the world to be dawdling.

It doesn't take long before the bangers, the mash, the Yorkshire pudding, the peas, and a few other dishes were all sizzling nicely in the kitchen, and was wearing the apron.
 
Anne had tears. "I couldn't ask her because it was before she returned. Lord Kent was still alive and... he would.. "

She couldn't finish the truth if what would have happened. Only death would have been swifter then the torture Ambrose Kent would have handed out cheerfully.

"Edmund Church." Was the quiet spoken reply. It was him that begged Anne's silence to avoid the choice of gaining permission.

Anne intervened again. "When Mistress came back she was different and Jacob had her ear. It was a shock when she arrived and announced your arrival later in the day. I couldn't ask then either and in front of everyone..."

He looked up. A slave.. this man was just a slave. "I'm Edmund Church." He replied confidently assuming that would be just fine.
 
Simon Masterson

"My God, darling, you've made a proper feast! Well done, love! Daddy is very proud of you. Now, remember, the guests shall be here in about half an hour now. No shagging while we wait for them, but I do want you to jill off for me. Right here in the kitchen. I want them eager to eat the supper, but have you for dessert," I told you with a grin, kissing your lips to show my appreciation.

I whispered, "I look forward to learning whatever Rani told you later."
 
Peter Masterson

"I see. Well, I shall not speak ill of the dead, especially the late Master of this house. Even so, you should have confessed before you were caught, thrown yourself on Mistress's mercy. You might have been surprised and she would certainly have been more pleased than with you keeping this secret from her. Mistress despises lies and liars.

"Edmund Church, give me one good reason not to turn you in to the authorities for trespassing and illegal intercourse with another person's slave? Annie, give me one good reason not to have you properly whipped or spanked for your deception and disrespect for your Mistress? You should stop looking at me with disdain, Edmund. I chose this life because I wanted to serve my Lady. When you become a slave, and I thank that it's only a matter of time, I doubt that you shall have any say in the matter at all. So, who is the freer man, you or me?" Peter warned them.

Peter didn't add that he was still a bit annoyed with Jacob for lecturing him earlier when he wasn't intentionally tardy and it hadn't been his fault. No need for that...but if he showed any mercy, it would be toward Annie, not Edward, and it would be to stick it to Jacob just a little.
 
She groaned and rutted against him eagerly, kissing him back. "Could you tease me, then, Daddy?" she asked breathlessly.
 
Simon Masterson

"Of course, love," I chuckled and began fondling your bum, even stroking your clit in tandem with you.

I stopped long enough to lick your cunny juices off my fingers and then resumed. You were as delicious as ever.

"A splendid marinade, if you ask me. Pity we can't add that to the flavours and see the reaction," I joked a bit, "but I don't think that the buggers among them would approve."
 
"You never know," she moaned, her fingers working with his, her eyes sliding shut in pleasure as she worked to bring herself to the edge.
 
Simon Masterson

I chuckled some more and continued to molest you, my fingers caressing your clit and my right hand fondling your bum.

"I can see that I chose well. Very well. Well done. I look forward to supper tonight. I know that you shall make me proud. This is the first time that we shall have dinner guests here since I adopted you after all. Daddy is eager to show what you can do," I informed you with pride.
 
She purred as she heard the praise and looked up at him with fondness in her eyes, even as the arousal mounted. "Daddy," she moaned.
 
Simon Masterson

"No cumming yet, doll. I want you on edge during the supper. Oh, don't pout. Daddy shall reward you for enduring the discomfort and for making the supper. Trust me, love. It shall make our experience after dinner so much better, I swear it," I informed you, wondering how you would react to being edged.

I wasn't lying, either. Whatever happened with our guests, you were going to have the time of your life and so was I.
 
Anne shuddered thinking about the long list of lies she was been telling since she was reclaimed for the estate. Surely being a slave in the home you've known was far better then the alternative.

"I knew not my Mistress... I feared her to be as cruel as Lord Kent. I claim my sin for this." Anne sobbed while on her knees at Peter's feet. It was clear she was remorseful about her deception.

Edmund showed no qualms at the consequences his lover might receive, it was his own neck that was his utmost concern. "You don't have the authority. I could very easily claim to be a guest of the late Lord Kent."

Anne looked up with her tear stained face. "I have none, First. Pray you be the one that punishes me.. not Jacob.. please grant me this.. I beg you.... please be the one to wield the whip."

Edmund swallowed but held his resolve. "I shall never be a willing slave."

At that moment Anne realizes how badly she ignored the signs of problems. How much she really gave up to be Edmund's lover. Now the damage was done and to wait for the judgement to be cast seemed a greater weight then a beating or spanking.
 
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Peter Masterson

Peter nodded, "That is only fair. I am the First. Mistress entrusted this matter to me. You shall be paddled. This first offence, that is. Future offences shall earn you the whip. And then Jacob shall wield it. You don't want Jacob whipping you, do you? Don't gag her. Let her cry out. I want her pain and cries for mercy to ring in Mr. Church's ears, weigh on his soul. Granted, she made the choice to hide him, but he enticed her into it. Perhaps in his future....what little he has of one, he shall reflect on what choices he should make...or should have made. Maybe in prison, it shall make for very good cause of reflection."

"What's the penalty for tampering with a slave and hiding out on an estate like this? Two, three years?" Peter wasn't smiling, either, more thinking.

"Jacob, be a good bloke and call the Constabulary, will you? We have a criminal on our hands. Something tells me that by the time that the Crown is done with you, Mr. Church, you shall be a slave after all. No money, no property, and no career prospects after a couple of years in gaol."

"Now, Annie, bend over that desk. Ellen, bring me that paddle. I had some discipline to inflict," Peter actually didn't enjoy this part at all.

He even felt a little bad for Annie...but then he also felt a flash of anger of how she treated Mistress....and he really wanted to teach Edmund a lesson by making him watch his erstwhile lover suffer.

"Now, count your strokes as I give them to you, Annie. And just remember, every cry of pain you give, Edmund shall remember in his dark and selfish soul to the day he dies. If he ever truly loved or even liked you, it shall cause him pain as well. So, don't hold back from wailing or sobbing."

With that, Peter lifted the paddle and began to swing. He didn't mention that he refused to use merely his hands because he might enjoy that part....and it wouldn't cause enough to truly affect Edmund.
 
She whimpered and moaned, resting against him as they worked and as she felt herself reach the edge, she squirmed and slowed her fingers down, breathing heavily, a pink flush covering her ivory skin.
 
Simon Masterson

"Shhh, don't worry, love. Trust Daddy. Daddy wouldn't leave you on edge all night. Just for a little while. Think of how much hornier you shall be during supper and the effects that shall have on your conduct during the dinner," I pointed out, kissing you hungrily, right as the doorbell rang.

"Must be our first guests, and they're a trifle early. Good. Answer the door, Scarlet, my love," I instructed you.
 
"Yes, Daddy," she breathed, before pulling herself together and making her way to the door, opening it.
 
Simon Masterson

At the door were Rani and Michelle. Both coughed a bit at Scarlet's appearance and gave her kisses on the cheek, though Michelle blushed a little.

"Thank you for having us over, Dria....I mean Scarlet. Sorry, old habits die hard. How are you and your handsome devil of a Daddy?" Michelle grinned after a bit.

"Yes, he is certainly.....naked?" Rani noted my nude state, her eyes growing larger.

I laughed, gesturing for both of them to walk inside as I put my arms around you.

"Yes, I am. Welcome to my humble home," I answered, winking at them, "Did I forget to warn you that Scarlet and I are nudists?"
 
Scarlet giggled, kissing their cheeks back and beaming back at her Daddy. "You did, Daddy," she giggled. She turned back to Michelle and Rani. "It's actually very freeing."
 
Simon Masterson

"Silly me," I laughed, embracing both of your colleagues.

"How are things for both of you? Has it been a good day since the rehearsal?" I asked, but then turned the floor over to you.

I know that you have questions, and meanwhile my hands roam your body, especially your arse and your breasts, in full view of our guests.

"It's been....less than lovely for me. Father is.....very worried, you see," Rani stammered a bit.

"Yes, and when your father is worried, he makes you worry. Seriously, love. He should worry about me. Any owner with half a brain shall treat you as the Punjabi princess that you are, but a working-class theatre tart like me? Strictly the brothels for me," Michelle said it with a sort of amused fatalism that betrayed her genuine fear.
 
"Both of you have nothing to worry about, I am sure that the right Master will come and pluck you both out," She said, almost ignoring her Daddy's playing. "Mich, any man with a quarter of a brain would treat you like a queen, theatre tart or no. And Rani, your father shouldn't worry so much, it's not as though it's in times of old." She sighed dreamily. "If anything, we should worry about whether or not we'd see Cecil if Massoud buys him, 'cause I have the feeling Massoud wouldn't let anybody see him for a few days after purchase." She giggled. "Would either of you like tea? Or coffee?"
 
Simon Masterson

I chuckled while making myself harder to ignore, my fingers casually running down your crack and playing with your puckered ring. Just the outside for now, but I wasn't going to make your coy little game so easy for you.

"I quite agree," I said simply, leaving it at that, since I needed some mysteries of my own and you already had a secret going with Rani and Michelle.

"Shall we wash up and head to the living room? We should wait a little for Massoud and Cecil, seeing as you lovely lasses are a bit early," I added with a wink.

Just then, however, the doorbell rang again, and to my surprise, Rani rushed to answer the door herself before you could. It was Cecil, followed by Massoud, and they both had looks on their faces that showed a certain quiet understanding between, as if everything was now resolved.

"Welcome, friends. Since everyone is here, let's wash up and head to the dining shall, shall we? Michelle, be a dear and close the front door, will you? Rani answered it last and Scarlet here played butler the first time. Your turn, I believe," I told her, the look on my face brooking no dissent.

The worm was already turning in my mind, after all....yes, yes, the more I thought of it, the more sense it made. Though they didn't know it yet, Rani and Michelle were now being evaluated by me, and once I had the chance to instruct you, presumably by you as well.
 
Scarlet made her way to the kitchen to start bringing out the food, humming softly as she did so.

"I figured everyone could serve themselves," she explained as she brought out the pots and pans. "And for dessert I have a wonderful rhubarb tart warming up in the oven, so don't you lovelies worry. What does everyone want to drink?"
 
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